Touchdown

3am flights yeah we finna touchdown 3am flights might crash with a buss down Yo main one a freak swinging neck outta town Throttle over radio hop in a chally ain't throwing down Leaning off that drank I got a superpower Throwin heat like I got flower power Junkie off that white snortin white powder 6am in the booth on my rapper tip put in extra hours Goated like I was born a Capricorn Knock out the halo out em gave em devil horns You can't catch up you da ball plus the corn Tryna ball with me get yo ACL torn Wembenyama papaya stand on my money I'm 7'4 Beat her back down where her spinal cord Tried to give me head I be saying I'm bored Tryna act like you got it posting wit that Honda Accord Where yo sword go? Shit we shooting hoards Know we up at half we don't check the score Seeing triple Z's in my dreams I'm finna snore Plugged in to this shit like a extension cord Took her soul where yo hoe go? That's from my solo, off the dolo Kicking' shit and punching this ain't dojo Got a shooter in the back Tony Romo Real money all blues ain't finna crop ah photo Think you got the sauce those the wrong ingredients Shooter got a smile when he pop he be devious Get yo grind on youngin this shit hella tedious Chain flashing on camera this ain't from the media You don't got game why you hoggin the controller Switch lanes when we go triple digits like a bowler Snuck in that grass wit a M4 he a real soldier Yeah you hear me down the block skirting off that chally motor Shit, you Betta get down HA HA HA HA Shooters getting real loud That's how yo bitch sound GRR GRR We let her kitty growl You ain't you when you hungry, come an eat on dis dick Better get to da job before we up ah blick Call me grand wizard how we handle sticks Woke up in the clouds off a three six Skywalking off them drugs I ain't Anikan You stay wit no motion you a mannequin You stay in the trash like banana skin Ridding in a UFO, We on planet number ten This my Kobe year, I got that mamba mentality Get yo paper up, face that stunning reality Hit that bitch with a combo calling it fatality Ying Ang Yang with these glockies this ah duality Like I'm a vampire I hold my lean chalice Pour it, sip it, flip it, can't hold a balance We some superstars on yo team not from Dallas Running up the money so fast *tuh* think I got ah callus Doomsday heist on his ass we some masterminds Green and red beam on his ass this the laser kind Don't stare at the VVS too long and you go blind Ain't no way my vision blurry from all these carats You ain't special you do the same shit as a parrot